CAT Forklift EC20KS Service Manual

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**CAT Forklift EC20KS Service Manual** Size: 39.3 MB Format: PDF Language:
English Brand: CAT Caterpillar Type of Machine: Forklift Type of Manual: Service
Manual Model: CAT EC20KS Forklift Date: 2010 Content: SENB2740-01-00
Stand-Up End-Control: Foreword SENB2740-01-01 Stand-Up End-Control: How to
Use This Manual SENB2740-01-02 Stand-Up End-Control: Safety
SENB2740-01-03 Stand-Up End-Control: Systems Overview SENB2740-01-04
Stand-Up End-Control: Planned Maintenance SENB2740-01-05 Stand-Up

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End-Control: Troubleshooting SENB2740-01-06 Stand-Up End-Control:
Messages, Codes, and Tests SENB2740-01-07 Stand-Up End-Control:
Component Procedures SENB2740-01-08 Stand-Up End-Control: Theory of
Operation SENB2740-01-09 Stand-Up End-Control: Appendix SENB2740-01-10
Stand-Up End-Control: Index Cat Pub List Publication List (Service, Operator, &
Parts Manuals) Mast Tilting Angles Mast Tilting Angles REF-18-0001C How To
Determine Correct Mast Rails Lift Cylinders And Mast Hosing REF-18-0001C How
To Determine Correct Mast Rails Lift Cylinders And Mast Hosing (Spanish)
REF-18-0002C How To Locate Fluid Capacities REF-18-0002C How To Locate
Fluid Capacities (Spanish) REF-18-0003C How To Use A Pick List REF-18-0003C
How To Use A Pick List (Spanish) REF-18-0007C Abbreviations And Acronyms
List REF-18-0008C Diagnostic Trouble (Error) Codes This part manual inlcude all
spare parts you need inside this model, for you easier in fixing your forklift replace
new spare part hight performance. This service manual is a guide for servicing Cat
Lift Trucks. For your convenience the instructions are grouped by systems as an
easy reference. This Original Instructions (Operator's) Manual describes operating
procedures, daily checks and simple maintenance for safe usage of your Cat lift
truck. SERVICE MANUAL CHAPTER 1 GENERAL INFORMATION 1.1 Model
View 1.2 Models Covered 1.2.1 Lift Truck Nomenclatures and Definitions 1.3 Serial
Number Locations 1.4 Dimensions 1.5 Technical Data 1.6 Performance CHAPTER
2 COOLING SYSTEM 2.1 Specifications 2.2 Structure 2.3 Removal and
Installation 2.3.1 Fan Belt Removal 2.3.2 Suggestions for Removal 2.3.3
Installation 2.4 Inspection and Adjustment 2.4.1 Fan Belt Inspection 2.4.2 Fan Belt
Tension 2.4.3 Connecting Hoses 2.4.4 Coolant 2.4.5 Radiator Cap CHAPTER 3
ELECTRIC SYSTEM 3.1 Chassis Electrical Devices Wiring Outline 3.1.1
Harnesses Layout 3.1.2 Components Layout 3.2 Structure 3.2.1 Console Box 3.2.2
Major Electrical Components 3.2.3 Table of Lamps 3.3 Console Box 3.3.1
Disassembly 3.4 Battery Maintenance 3.4.1 State of Charge and Electrolyte
Specific Gravity (S.G.) Adjustment 3.4.2 Specific Gravity Reading and State of
Charge 3.4.3 Charging Precautions 3.5 Instrument Panel 3.5.1 Instrument Panel
Screen Element 3.5.2 Basic Screen Display 3.5.3 Basic Operation 3.5.4 When An
Error Occurs 3.5.5 Warning Lamps 3.5.6 Optional Functions 3.5.7 Hour Meters
3.5.8 Troubleshooting 3.6 Wire Color 3.6.2 List of Wire Colors 3.7 Troubleshooting
3.7.1 Starter System 3.7.2 Gauges 3.7.3 Lighting System 3.8 Electrical Schematic
CHAPTER 4 CONTROLLERS 4.1 Outline 4.2 Main Functions 4.2.2 Instrument
Panel 4.2.3 VCM (Vehicle Control Module)1-M 4.2.4 ECM (Gasoline Engine
Control Module) 4.2.5 Remote Input/Output Units 4.2.6 GSE Connector 4.3
Service Tool Functions 4.3.1 Service Tool Menus 4.3.2 Service Tool Box 4.4 Mast
Interlock System 4.4.1 Function 4.4.2 VCM1-M Controller, Mast Interlock System
Checking Procedure 4.4.3 Active Test Inspection Procedure 4.5 Driving Interlock
System 4.5.1 Function 4.5.2 Driving Interlock System Checking Procedure for
Powershift T/M Lift Trucks 4.5.3 Active Test Inspection Procedure 4.6 Seat Belt
Warning Lamp 4.6.1 Function 4.6.2 Seat Belt Warning Lamp Checking Procedure
4.7 Parking Brake Warning Buzzer and Lamp 4.7.1 Function 4.7.2 Parking Brake
Warning Buzzer/Lamp Checking Procedure 4.7.3 Parking Brake Warning
Buzzer/Lamp Checking Procedure with Key in OFF Position 4.8 Harness Codes
4.9 Controller Details 4.9.1 VCM1-M Controller 4.9.2 Seat Switch/Seat Belt Switch
4.9.3 Parking Brake Switch 4.9.4 Direction Lever 4.9.5 Speed Sensor 4.9.6 T/M
Solenoid 4.9.7 Unload Solenoid 4.9.8 Lift Lock Solenoid 4.9.9 Warning Buzzer
4.9.10 Warning Buzzer Relay 4.9.11 Warning Buzzer Circuit 4.9.12 Instrument
Panel 4.10 Error Codes and Troubleshootings 4.10.1 Error Code Display 4.10.2
Diagnosis Table (F Code) 4.10.3 Error Codes and Troubleshooting 4.11 Locations
of Sensors and Switches CHAPTER 5 POWER TRAIN 5.1 Removal and
Installation (MC Models) 5.1.1 Removal of Engine and Transmission Assembly
5.1.2 Removal of Engine and Transmission Assembly (for Gasoline-Engine Lift
Trucks) 5.2 Removal and Installation (FC Models) 5.2.1 Removal of Engine and
Transmission Assembly CHAPTER 6 POWERSHIFT TRANSMISSION 6.1
Structure and Functions 6.1.1 Transmission 6.1.2 Torque Converter 6.1.3 Control
Valve 6.1.4 Hydraulic System Schematic of Powershift Transmission 6.2 Removal
and Installation 6.2.1 Removal 6.2.2 Installation 6.3 Control Valve 6.3.1
Disassembly 6.3.2 Reassembly 6.4 Input Shaft Assembly 6.4.1 Disassembly 6.5
Oil Pump Assembly 6.5.1 Disassembly 6.5.2 Reassembly 6.6 Inspection and
Adjustment 6.6.1 Oil Pressure Measurement 6.6.2 Clutch (Inching) Pedal
Adjustment 6.6.3 Inching Cable, Adjustment 6.7 Troubleshooting 6.8 Tightening
Torque 6.9 Service Data CHAPTER 7 FRONT AXLE AND REDUCTION
DIFFERENTIAL 7.1 Structure 7.1.1 Front Axle 7.1.2 Reduction Differential 7.2
Removal and Installation 7.2.1 Front Wheels 7.3 Front Axle 7.3.2 Reduction
Differential 7.4 Disassembly and Reassembly 7.4.1 Front Axle 7.4.2 Reduction
Differential 7.5 Troubleshooting 7.6 Service Data CHAPTER 8 REAR AXLE 8.1
Structure and Functions 8.1.1 Rear Axle in General 8.1.2 Structure of Each
Component 8.1.3 Steering Cylinder 8.2 Removal and Installation 8.2.1 Rear Wheel
and Rear Axle Assembly 8.3 Disassembly and Reassembly 8.3.1 Wheel Hub,
Disassembly and Reassembly 8.3.2 Knuckle (King Pin), Disassembly and
Reassembly 8.3.3 Steering Cylinder, Disassembly and Reassembly 8.3.4 Tie Rod,
Disassembly and Reassembly CHAPTER 9 BRAKE SYSTEM 9.1 Structure 9.1.1
Brake System 9.2 Disassembly and Reassembly 9.2.1 Master Cylinder 9.2.2
Wheel Brakes 9.2.3 Wheel Cylinder 9.3 Inspection and Adjustment 9.3.1 Automatic
Adjuster Test 9.3.2 Manual Adjustment 9.3.3 Parking Brake Cable Adjustment
9.3.4 Brake Pedal Adjustment 9.3.5 Brake Lines Bleeding 9.3.6 Braking
Performance Test 9.3.7 Parking Brake Lever 9.4 Troubleshooting 9.5 Service Data
CHAPTER 10 STEERING SYSTEM 10.1 Structure and Functions 10.1.1 Steering
System 10.1.2 Steering Valve 10.1.3 Steering Column 10.2 Disassembly and
Reassembly 10.2.2 Steering Wheel and Steering Valve, Removal and Installation
10.2.3 Steering Wheel 10.2.4 Steering Valve 10.2.5 Tilt Lock Lever 10.3 Steering
Valve 10.3.1 Disassembly 10.3.2 Reassembly 10.4 Troubleshooting 10.5 Service
Data CHAPTER 11 HYDRAULIC SYSTEM 11.1 Structure and Functions 11.1.1
Outline 11.2 Hydraulic Circuit Diagram (For Models With MC Control Valve) 11.3
Hydraulic Circuit Diagram (For Models With FC Control Valve) 11.4 Hydraulic Tank
11.5 Hydraulic Pump (Gear Pump) 11.6 Control Valve 11.7 Flow Regulator Valve
(for Models with FC Control Valve Only) 11.8 Down Safety Valve 11.9 Lift Cylinder
11.10 Tilt Cylinder 11.11 Disassembly and Reassembly 11.11.1 Hydraulic Pump
11.11.2 Lift Cylinder 11.11.3 Tilt Cylinder 11.11.4 Flow Regulator Valve 11.11.5
Piping 11.11.6 Suction Strainer and Return Filter 11.12 Inspection and Adjustment
11.12.1 Hydraulic Tank 11.12.2 Control Valve 11.12.3 Descent Test 11.12.4
Forward Tilt Test 11.13 Troubleshooting 11.13.2 Hydraulic System Cleaning After
a Component Failure 11.14 Service Data 11.15 MC Control Valve 11.15.1
Structure and Operation 11.15.2 Control Valve, Removal and Installation 11.15.3
Disassembly and Assembly 11.16 FC Control Valve 11.16.1 Structure and
Operation 11.16.2 Disassembly and Assembly CHAPTER 12 MAST AND FORKS
12.1 Simplex Mast 12.1.1 Mast System 12.2 Structure and Functions 12.2.1
Simplex Mast (5A15C to 5A33C) 12.2.2 Mast Operation 12.3 Removal and
Installation 12.3.1 Mast and Lift Bracket Assembly 12.4 Disassembly and
Reassembly 12.4.1 Simplex Mast Disassembly 12.4.2 Simplex Mast Reassembly
12.5 Removal and Installation of Mast Rollers and Strips without Removing 12.5.1
Simplex Mast 12.6 Inspection and Adjustment (Simplex Mast) 12.6.2 Forks 12.6.3
Chain Tension Inspection and Adjustment 12.6.4 Checking Chain Elongation
12.6.5 Adjusting Clearance Between Lift Bracket Roller and Inner Mast 12.6.6
Mast Roller Clearance Adjustment 12.6.7 Mast Strip Clearance Inspection and
Adjustment 12.6.8 Tilt Angle Adjustment 12.6.9 Right and Left Lift Cylinder Stroke
Inspection and Adjustment 12.7 Troubleshooting (Simplex Mast) 12.8 Service Data
(Simplex Mast) 12.9 Duplex Mast 12.9.1 Mast System 12.10 Structure and
Functions 12.10.1 Duplex (Dual Full-Free Panoramic) Mast (5B15C to 5B33C)
12.10.2 Mast Operation 12.11 Removal and Installation 12.11.1 Mast and Lift
Bracket Assembly 12.12 Disassembly and Reassembly 12.12.1 Duplex Mast
Disassembly 12.12.2 Duplex Mast Reassembly 12.13 Removal and Installation of
Mast Rollers and Strips without Removing 12.13.1 Duplex Mast 12.14 Inspection
and Adjustment (Duplex Mast) 12.14.1 Inspection and Adjustment (Duplex Mast)
12.14.2 Forks 12.14.3 Chain Tension Inspection and Adjustment 12.14.4 Checking
Chain Elongation 12.14.5 Adjusting Clearance Between Lift Bracket Roller and
Inner Mast 12.14.6 Mast Roller Clearance Adjustment 12.14.7 Mast Strip
Clearance Inspection and Adjustment 12.14.8 Tilt Angle Adjustment 12.14.9 Right
and Left Lift Cylinder Stroke Inspection and Adjustment 12.15 Troubleshooting
(Duplex Mast) 12.16 Service Data (Duplex Mast) 12.17 Triplex Mast 12.17.1 Mast
System 12.18 Structure and Functions 12.18.1 Triplex (Triple Full-Free Panoramic)
Mast (5C15C to 5C33C) 12.18.2 Mast Operation 12.19 Removal and Installation
12.19.1 Mast and Lift Bracket Assembly 12.20 Disassembly and Reassembly
12.20.1 Triplex Mast Disassembly 12.20.2 Triplex Mast Reassembly 12.21
Removal and Installation of Mast Rollers and Strips without Removing 12.21.1
Triplex Mast 12.22 Inspection and Adjustment (Triplex Mast) 12.22.2 Forks 12.22.3
Chain Tension Inspection and Adjustment 12.22.4 Checking Chain Elongation
12.22.5 Adjusting Clearance between Lift Bracket Roller and Inner Mast 12.22.6
Mast Roller Clearance Adjustment 12.22.7 Mast Strip Clearance Inspection and
Adjustment 12.22.8 Tilt Angle Adjustment 12.22.9 Right and Left Lift Cylinder
Stroke Inspection and Adjustment 12.23 Troubleshooting (Triplex Mast) 12.23.1
Troubleshooting (Triplex Mast) 12.24 Service Data (Triplex Mast) 12.24.1 Triplex
Mast CHAPTER 13 SERVICE DATA 13.1 Maintenance Schedule 13.2
Maintenance Note 13.2.1 Brake System 13.2.2 Cooling System 13.2.3 Electric
System 13.2.4 Engine System 13.2.5 Frame and Chassis 13.2.6 Fuel System
13.2.7 Hydraulic System 13.2.8 Ignition System 13.2.9 Intake System 13.2.10
Front End Section 13.2.11 Steering and Axle System 13.2.12 T/M and Drive
System 13.2.13 Wheels and Tires 13.2.14 General 13.3 Tightening Torque for
Standard Bolts and Nuts 13.4 Periodic Replacement Parts 13.4.2 Location of
Periodic Replacement Parts 13.5 Lubrication Instructions 13.5.1 Lubrication Chart
13.5.2 Fuel and Lubricant Specifications 13.5.3 Adjustment Value and Oil
Quantities 13.6 Special Service Tools 13.6.1 Special Service Tools (Standard
Tools for Both MC and FC LiftTrucks) 13.6.2 Special Service Tools (for FC Lift
Truck Only) 13.6.3 Special Service Tools (for Powershift Transmission)
OPERRATION MANUAL CHAPTER 1 SAFETY RULES AND PRACTICES 1.1
SAFETY SIGNS AND SAFETY MESSAGES 1.2 WARNING SYMBOLS AND
LEVELS 1.3 OPERATOR QUALIFICATIONS 1.4 SAFETY GUARDS 1.5
PERSONAL PROTECTIVE EQUIPMENT FOR OPERATING LIFT TRUCK 1.6
DAILY INSPECTION 1.7 OPERATOR RESPONSIBILITY 1.8 GENERAL 1.9 NO
RIDERS 1.10 TRAVELING 1.11 LOADING 1.12 DOCKBOARDS (BRIDGE
PLATES), TRUCKS AND RAILROAD CARS 1.13 SURFACE AND CAPACITY
1.14 FUEL HANDLING 1.15 INSTALLATION OF ATTACHMENTS 1.16 IN CASE
OF TIP-OVER 1.17 TRANSPORTING LIFT TRUCK 1.17.2 APPROACH ANGLE,
DEPARTURE ANGLE AND GANGWAY 1.17.3 HOISTING (LIFTING) UP THE
TRUCK 1.18 FUNCTION TESTS 1.19 TRACTION BAR 1.20 POSITION OF DATA
AND CAPACITY PLATES AND DECALS 1.21 DATA AND CAPACITY PLATES
AND DECALS 1.21.2 DATA PLATE 1.21.3 IDENTIFICATION NUMBERS 1.21.4
CAUTION DRIVE DECAL (IN CASE OF TIP-OVER DECAL) 1.21.5 WARNING
DRIVE DECAL (TRAINED AND AUTHORIZED) 1.21.6 PINCH POINT DECAL
1.21.7 CAUTION FORK DECAL 1.21.8 MAST WARNING DECAL 1.21.9
CAUTION DRIVE DECAL (OPERATION) 1.21.10 RADIATOR WARNING DECAL
1.21.11 COOLING FAN WARNING DECAL 1.21.12 ADJ LPG WARNING DECAL
1.21.13 LPG LATCH WARNING DECAL 1.21.14 LPG FUEL WARNING DECAL
CHAPTER 2 OPERATING CONTROLS AND FUNCTIONS 2.1 APPLICATIONS
2.2 APPLICATION FOR CAT LIFT TRUCKS 2.3 PROHIBITED APPLICATIONS
FOR CAT LIFT TRUCKS 2.4 MAIN COMPONENTS 2.5 METERS, INDICATORS
AND WARNING LIGHTS 2.5.2 LCD 2.5.3 OPERATION BUTTONS 2.5.4 !
MULTIPURPOSE WARNING LIGHT 2.5.5 MALFUNCTION INDICATOR
LIGHT-ENGINE CHECK WARNING 2.5.6 OIL PRESSURE WARNING LIGHT
2.5.7 CHARGE WARNING LIGHT 2.5.8 PARKING BRAKE WARNING LIGHT
2.5.9 SEAT BELT WARNING LIGHT 2.5.10 METER DISPLAY 2.5.11 WATER
TEMPERATURE GAUGE 2.5.12 FUEL GAUGE 2.5.13 TRANSMISSION
POSITION 2.6 MALFUNCTION AND WARNING INDICATIONS 2.6.2 MAST
INTERLOCK WARNING 2.6.3 LPG LEVEL WARNING/LPG RACK LOCK
WARNING 2.6.4 TORQUE CONVERTER FLUID TEMP WARNING 2.6.5
RADIATOR LEVEL WARNING 2.6.6 AIR CLEANER WARNING 2.6.7 SERVICE
REMINDER DISPLAY 2.6.8 DISPLAYS WHEN MALFUNCTION OCCURS 2.7
DRIVER RECOGNITION MODE 2.8 LPG REMAINING TIME MANAGEMENT 2.9
SWITCHES 2.9.2 HORN BUTTON 2.9.3 REAR RIGHT GRIP WITH HORN
BUTTON 2.9.4 IGNITION SWITCH 2.9.5 LIGHTING AND TURN SIGNAL
SWITCHES 2.9.6 MAXIMUM SPEED CHANGE SWITCH (OPTION) 2.9.7
THROTTLE SENSITIVITY ADJUST SWITCH (OPTION) 2.9.8 BACK-UP
OPERATION LIGHT SWITCH (OPTION) 2.10 OPERATING CONTROLS 2.10.2
SELECTOR LEVER 2.10.3 PARKING BRAKE LEVER 2.10.4 INCHING BRAKE
PEDAL 2.10.5 BRAKE PEDAL 2.10.6 ACCELERATOR PEDAL 2.10.7
CARGO-HANDLING CONTROL LEVERS 2.10.8 ANSI/ITSDF STANDARDS FOR
LIFT TRUCK CLAMP ATTACHMENTS 2.10.9 STEERING CHARACTERISTICS
CHAPTER 3 OPERATING THE LIFT TRUCK 3.1 OPERATION 3.2 INSPECTION
BEFORE OPERATING 3.3 LIFT TRUCK OPERATING PRECAUTIONS 3.4
PRECAUTIONS FOR COLD AND HOT WEATHER 3.5 OPERATIONAL
PROCEDURES 3.6 LPG LIFT TRUCK STARTING 3.7 PROCEDURE FOR JUMP
STARTING EFI ENGINES 3.8 AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION 3.9 LOADING 3.10
TRANSPORTING LOADS 3.11 UNLOADING 3.12 CLIMBING 3.13 STOPPING
AND PARKING THE LIFT TRUCK 3.14 FORKS 3.15 SEAT ADJUSTMENT 3.15.1
SUSPENSION SEAT OPERATOR'S WEIGHT ADJUSTMENT 3.15.2 FORWARD
AND BACKWARD CONTROL LEVER 3.15.3 BACKREST INCLINATION
ADJUSTMENT 3.15.4 LUMBAR ADJUSTMENT 3.15.5 SWIVEL SEAT 3.16 SEAT
BELT 3.17 TOP PANEL 3.18 TILT STEERING WHEEL 3.19 SERVICE RELEASE
LATCH 3.20 RADIATOR COVER 3.21 REARVIEW MIRROR (OPTION) 3.22 LPG
CYLINDER (TANK) HOLDER CHAPTER 4 GENERAL CARE AND
MAINTENANCE 4.1 WET CELL BATTERY CARE AND MAINTENANCE 4.2
BATTERY SPECIFIC GRAVITY 4.3 DAILY INSPECTION 4.4 OPERATOR'S
DAILY CHECKLIST (SAMPLE) 4.5 MAINTENANCE AND INSPECTION 4.5.1
ENGINE OIL LEVEL 4.5.2 REFILLING ENGINE OIL 4.5.3 ENGINE COOLANT
LEVEL 4.5.4 REFILLING ENGINE COOLANT 4.5.5 COOLING SYSTEM
BLEEDING INSTRUCTIONS 4.5.6 BRAKE FLUID LEVEL 4.5.7 REFILLING
BRAKE FLUID 4.5.8 AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION FLUID LEVEL 4.5.9
REFILLING AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION FLUID 4.5.10 HYDRAULIC OIL
LEVEL 4.5.11 REFILLING HYDRAULIC OIL 4.5.12 STEERING WHEEL PLAY
4.5.13 WHEEL AND TIRE 4.5.14 TIRE REPLACEMENT 4.5.15 CHECKING MAST
4.5.16 CHECKING LIFT CHAIN 4.5.17 FORK INSPECTION 4.5.18 FORK REPAIR
4.5.19 CHECKING HORN 4.5.20 CHECKING LIGHTS 4.5.21 CHECKING
CARGO-HANDLING CONTROL LEVER(S) 4.5.22 CHECKING BRAKE PEDAL
4.5.23 PEDAL FREE PLAY 4.5.24 CHECKING PARKING BRAKE LEVER 4.5.25
CHECKING TOP PANEL LOCK 4.5.26 FUSES 4.5.27 CHECKING AIR CLEANER
4.5.28 CHECKING FAN BELT 4.5.29 DRAINING OF TAR FROM THE
VAPORIZER 4.5.30 PRECAUTIONS FOR USING LPG 4.5.31 RECOMMENDED
LPG FUEL TYPE 4.5.32 CYLINDER (TANK) SIZE 4.5.33 LPG CYLINDER (TANK)
REPLACEMENT 4.5.34 REFILLING LPG CYLINDERS (TANKS) 4.5.35
PERIODIC MAINTENANCE AND LUBRICATION SCHEDULE 4.5.36 PERIODIC
MAINTENANCE AND LUBRICATION SCHEDULE FOR EMISSION CONTROL
SYSTEM 4.5.37 LUBRICATION CHART 4.5.38 RECOMMENDED LUBRICANTS
4.5.39 RECOMMENDED SAE VISCOSITY CHART 4.5.40 PUTTING LIFT TRUCK
IN STORAGE 4.6 SIDE SHIFT 4.6.1 OVERVIEW OF SIDE SHIFT 4.6.2 MAIN
TERMS USED IN THIS SECTION 4.6.3 SAFETY RULES AND PRACTICES 4.6.4
CAT Forklift EC20KS Service Manual

SIDE SHIFT CONTROL LEVER OPERATION 4.6.5 SIDE SHIFT OPERATION

4.6.6 DAILY CHECKS AND SIMPLE MAINTENANCE CHAPTER 5
SPECIFICATIONS 5.1 MODEL IDENTIFICATION 5.1.1 MODEL VARIATION
(LONG MODEL CODE) BREAKDOWN 5.2 MAIN TRUCK 5.2.1 MAIN TRUCK -
2C7000 AND 2C8000/2C8000-SWB 5.3 MAST 5.3.1 2C7000 AND
2C8000/2C8000-SWB 5.4 FUEL AND OIL CAPACITY 5.5 ENGINE 5.6 ENGINE
OIL CAPACITY 5.7 NOISE LEVEL
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 CANTAT MONACHUS.

I.
Hoc erat in votis,
Et bene sufficerit totis
Si dum porto sacculum
Bonum esset ubique jentaculum!
Et si parvis
In arvis
Nullam
Invenero pullam,
Ovum gentiliter preæbebit recens
Puella decens.
Manu nec dabis invitâ
Flos vallium harum,
Decus puellarum,
Candida Marguerita!

THE FRIAR’S SONG.

I.

My vows I can never fulfil,

Until
I have breakfasted, one way or other;
And I freely protest,
That I never can rest
‘Till I borrow or beg
An egg,
Unless I can come at the ould hen, its mother.
But Maggy, my dear,
While you’re here,
I don’t fear
To want eggs that have just been laid newly;
For och! you’re a pearl
Of a girl,
And you’re called so in Latin most truly.

II.

Me hora jucunda cœnæ

Dilectat bene,
Et rerum sine dubio grandium
Maxima est prandium:
Sed mihi crede,
In hâc æde,
Multo magis gaudeo,
Cum gallicantum audio,
In sinu tuo
Videns ova duo.
Oh semper me tractes ita!
Panibus de hordeo factis,
Et copiâ lactis,
Candida Margarita!

III.

There is most to my mind something that is still

upper
Than supper,
Though it must be admitted I feel no way thinner
After dinner:
But soon as I hear the cock crow
In the morning,
That eggs you are bringing full surely I know,
By that warning,
 While your buttermilk helps me to float
Down my throat
Those sweet cakes made of oat.
I don’t envy an earl,
Sweet girl,
Och, ’tis you are a beautiful pearl.

Such was his song. Father Cuddy smacked his lips at the recollection
of Margery’s delicious fried eggs, which always imparted a peculiar
relish to his liquor. The very idea provoked Cuddy to raise the cup to
his mouth, and with one hearty pull thereat he finished its contents.
This is, and ever was a censorious world, often construing what is
only a fair allowance into an excess: but I scorn to reckon up any
man’s drink, like an unrelenting host; therefore, I cannot tell how
many brimming draughts of wine, bedecked with the venerable
Bead, Father Cuddy emptied into his “soul-case,” so he figuratively
termed the body.
His respect for the goodly company of the monks of Irelagh detained
him until their adjournment to vespers, when he set forward on his
return to Innisfallen. Whether his mind was occupied in philosophic
contemplation or wrapped in pious musings, I cannot declare, but
the honest father wandered on in a different direction from that in
which his shallop lay. Far be it from me to insinuate that the good
liquor, which he had so commended caused him to forget his road,
or that his track was irregular and unsteady. Oh no!—he carried his
drink bravely, as became a decent man and a good Christian; yet
somehow, he thought he could distinguish two moons. “Bless my
eyes,” said Father Cuddy, “every thing is changing now-a-days!—the
very stars are not in the same places they used to be; I think
Camceachta (the Plough) is driving on at a rate I never saw it before
to-night; but I suppose the driver is drunk, for there are blackguards
every where.”
Cuddy had scarcely uttered these words, when he saw, or fancied he
saw, the form of a young woman, who, holding up a bottle,
beckoned him towards her. The night was extremely beautiful, and
the white dress of the girl floated gracefully in the moonlight, as with
gay step she tripped on before the worthy father, archly looking back
upon him over her shoulder.
“Ah, Margery, merry Margery!” cried Cuddy, “you tempting little
rogue!

‘Flos vallium harum,

Decus puellarum,
Candida Margarita.’

“I see you, I see you and the bottle! let me but catch you, Candida
Margarita!” and on he followed, panting and smiling, after this
alluring apparition.
At length his feet grew weary, and his breath failed, which obliged
him to give up the chase; yet such was his piety, that unwilling to
rest in any attitude but that of prayer, down dropped Father Cuddy
on his knees. Sleep, as usual, stole upon his devotions; and the
morning was far advanced, when he awoke from dreams, in which
tables groaned beneath their load of viands, and wine poured itself
free and sparkling as the mountain spring.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked about him, and the more he looked the
more he wondered at the alteration which appeared in the face of
the country. “Bless my soul and body!” said the good father, “I saw
the stars changing last night, but here is a change!” Doubting his
senses, he looked again. The hills bore the same majestic outline as
on the preceding day, and the lake spread itself beneath his view in
the same tranquil beauty, and studded with the same number of
islands; but every smaller feature in the landscape was strangely
altered. What had been naked rocks were now clothed with holly
and arbutus. Whole woods had disappeared, and waste places had
become cultivated fields; and, to complete the work of enchantment,
the very season itself seemed changed. In the rosy dawn of a
summer’s morning he had left the monastery of Innisfallen, and he
now felt in every sight and sound the dreariness of winter. The hard
ground was covered with withered leaves; icicles depended from
leafless branches; he heard the sweet low note of the robin, who
familiarly approached him; and he felt his fingers numbed from the
nipping frost. Father Cuddy found it rather difficult to account for
such sudden transformations, and to convince himself it was not the
illusion of a dream, he was about to rise, when lo! he discovered
that both his knees were buried at least six inches in the solid stone;
for, notwithstanding all these changes, he had never altered his
devout position.
Cuddy was now wide awake, and felt, when he got up, his joints
sadly cramped, which it was only natural they should be, considering
the hard texture of the stone, and the depth his knees had sunk into
it. But the great difficulty was to explain how, in one night, summer
had become winter, whole woods had been cut down, and well-
grown trees had sprouted up. The miracle, nothing else could he
conclude it to be, urged him to hasten his return to Innisfallen,
where he might learn some explanation of these marvellous events.
Seeing a boat moored within reach of the shore, he delayed not, in
the midst of such wonders, to seek his own bark, but, seizing the
oars, pulled stoutly towards the island; and here new wonders
awaited him.
Father Cuddy waddled, as fast as cramped limbs could carry his
rotund corporation, to the gate of the monastery, where he loudly
demanded admittance.
“Holloa! whence come you, master monk, and what’s your
business?” demanded a stranger who occupied the porter’s place.
“Business!—my business!” repeated the confounded Cuddy,—“why,
do you not know me? Has the wine arrived safely?”
“Hence, fellow!” said the porter’s representative, in a surly tone; “nor
think to impose on me with your monkish tales.”
“Fellow!” exclaimed the father: “mercy upon us, that I should be so
spoken to at the gate of my own house!—Scoundrel!” cried Cuddy,
raising his voice, “do you not see my garb—my holy garb?”
“Ay, fellow,” replied he of the keys—“the garb of laziness and filthy
debauchery, which has been expelled from out these walls. Know
you not, idle knave, of the suppression of this nest of superstition,
and that the abbey lands and possessions were granted in August
last to Master Robert Collam, by our Lady Elizabeth, sovereign queen
of England, and paragon of all beauty—whom God preserve!”
“Queen of England!” said Cuddy; “there never was a sovereign
queen of England—this is but a piece with the rest. I saw how it was
going with the stars last night—the world’s turned upside down. But
surely this is Innisfallen island, and I am the Father Cuddy who
yesterday morning went over to the abbey of Irelagh, respecting the
tun of wine. Do you not know me now?”
“Know you!—how should I know you?” said the keeper of the abbey.
“Yet, true it is, that I have heard my grandmother, whose mother
remembered the man, often speak of the fat Father Cuddy of
Innisfallen, who made a profane and godless ballad in praise of fresh
eggs, of which he and his vile crew knew more than they did of the
word of God; and who, being drunk, it is said, tumbled into the lake
one night, and was drowned; but that must have been a hundred,
ay, more than a hundred years since.”
“’Twas I who composed that song in praise of Margery’s fresh eggs,
which is no profane and godless ballad—no other Father Cuddy than
myself ever belonged to Innisfallen,” earnestly exclaimed the holy
man. “A hundred years!—what was your great-grandmother’s
name?”
“She was a Mahony of Dunlow—Margaret ni Mahony; and my
grandmother—”
“What! merry Margery of Dunlow your great-grandmother!” shouted
Cuddy. “St. Brandon help me!—the wicked wench, with that
tempting bottle!—why, ’twas only last night—a hundred years!—your
great-grandmother, said you?—There has, indeed, been a strange
torpor over me; I must have slept all this time!”
That Father Cuddy had done so, I think is sufficiently proved by the
changes which occurred during his nap. A reformation, and a serious
one it was for him, had taken place. Pretty Margery’s fresh eggs
were no longer to be had in Innisfallen; and with a heart as heavy as
his footsteps, the worthy man directed his course towards Dingle,
where he embarked in a vessel on the point of sailing for Malaga.
The rich wine of that place had of old impressed him with a high
respect for its monastic establishments, in one of which he quietly
wore out the remainder of his days.
The stone impressed with the mark of Father Cuddy’s knees may be
seen to this day. Should any incredulous persons doubt my story, I
request them to go to Killarney, where Clough na Cuddy—so is the
stone called—remains in Lord Kenmare’s park, an indisputable
evidence of the fact. Spillane, the bugle-man, will be able to point it
out to them, as he did so to me; and here is my sketch by which
they may identify it.
 THE GIANT’S STAIRS.
XL.

On the road between Passage and Cork there is an old mansion

called Ronayne’s Court. It may be easily known from the stack of
chimneys and the gable ends, which are to be seen, look at it which
way you will. Here it was that Maurice Ronayne and his wife
Margaret Gould kept house, as may be learned to this day from the
great old chimney-piece, on which is carved their arms. They were a
mighty worthy couple, and had but one son, who was called Philip,
after no less a person than the king of Spain.
Immediately on his smelling the cold air of this world the child
sneezed; and it was naturally taken to be a good sign of having a
clear head; but the subsequent rapidity of his learning was truly
amazing; for on the very first day a primer was put into his hand, he
tore out the A, B, C page and destroyed it, as a thing quite beneath
his notice. No wonder then that both father and mother were proud
of their heir, who gave such indisputable proofs of genius, or, as they
call it in that part of the world, “genus.”
One morning, however, Master Phil, who was then just seven years
old, was missing, and no one could tell what had become of him:
servants were sent in all directions to seek him, on horseback and
on foot; but they returned without any tidings of the boy, whose
disappearance altogether was most unaccountable. A large reward
was offered, but it produced them no intelligence, and years rolled
away without Mr. and Mrs. Ronayne having obtained any satisfactory
account of the fate of their lost child.
There lived, at this time, near Carigaline, one Robert Kelly, a
blacksmith by trade. He was what is termed a handy man, and his
abilities were held in much estimation by the lads and the lasses of
the neighbourhood: for, independent of shoeing horses which he did
to great perfection, and making plough-irons, he interpreted dreams
for the young women, sung Arthur O’Bradley at their weddings, and
was so good-natured a fellow at a christening, that he was gossip to
half the country round.
Now it happened that Robin had a dream himself, and young Philip
Ronayne appeared to him in it at the dead hour of the night. Robin
thought he saw the boy mounted upon a beautiful white horse, and
that he told him how he was made a page to the giant Mahon Mac
Mahon, who had carried him off, and who held his court in the hard
heart of the rock. “The seven years—my time of service,—are clean
out, Robin,” said he, “and if you release me this night, I will be the
making of you for ever after.”
“And how will I know,” said Robin—cunning enough, even in his
sleep—“but this is all a dream?”
“Take that,” said the boy, “for a token”—and at the word the white
horse struck out with one of his hind legs, and gave poor Robin such
a kick in the forehead, that thinking he was a dead man, he roared
as loud as he could after his brains, and woke up calling a thousand
murders. He found himself in bed, but he had the mark of the blow,
the regular print of a horse-shoe upon his forehead as red as blood;
and Robin Kelly, who never before found himself puzzled at the
dream of any other person, did not know what to think of his own.
Robin was well acquainted with the Giant’s Stairs, as, indeed, who is
not that knows the harbour? They consist of great masses of rock,
which, piled one above another, rise like a flight of steps, from very
deep water, against the bold cliff of Carrigmahon. Nor are they badly
suited for stairs to those who have legs of sufficient length to stride
over a moderate-sized house, or to enable them to clear the space
of a mile in a hop, step, and jump. Both these feats the giant Mac
Mahon was said to have performed in the days of Finnian glory; and
the common tradition of the country placed his dwelling within the
cliff up whose side the stairs led.
Such was the impression which the dream made on Robin, that he
determined to put its truth to the test. It occurred to him, however,
before setting out on this adventure, that a plough-iron may be no
bad companion, as, from experience, he knew it was an excellent
knock-down argument, having, on more occasions than one, settled
a little disagreement very quietly: so, putting one on his shoulder, off
he marched in the cool of the evening through Glaun a Thowk (the
Hawk’s Glen) to Monkstown. Here an old gossip of his (Tom Clancey
by name) lived, who, on hearing Robin’s dream, promised him the
use of his skiff, and moreover offered to assist in rowing it to the
Giant’s Stairs.
After a supper which was of the best, they embarked. It was a
beautiful still night, and the little boat glided swiftly along. The
regular dip of the oars, the distant song of the sailor, and sometimes
the voice of a belated traveller at the ferry of Carrigaloe, alone broke
the quietness of the land and sea and sky. The tide was in their
favour, and in a few minutes Robin and his gossip rested on their
oars in the dark shadow of the Giant’s Stairs. Robin looked anxiously
for the entrance to the Giant’s Palace, which, it was said, may be
found by any one seeking it at midnight; but no such entrance could
he see. His impatience had hurried him there before that time, and
after waiting a considerable space in a state of suspense not to be
described, Robin, with pure vexation, could not help exclaiming to
his companion, “’Tis a pair of fools we are, Tom Clancey, for coming
here at all on the strength of a dream.”
“And whose doing is it,” said Tom, “but your own?”
At the moment he spoke they perceived a faint glimmering light to
proceed from the cliff, which gradually increased until a porch big
enough for a king’s palace unfolded itself almost on a level with the
water. They pulled the skiff directly towards the opening, and Robin
Kelly, seizing his plough-iron, boldly entered with a strong hand and
a stout heart. Wild and strange was that entrance; the whole of
which appeared formed of grim and grotesque faces, blending so
strangely each with the other that it was impossible to define any:
the chin of one formed the nose of another: what appeared to be a
fixed and stern eye, if dwelt upon, changed to a gaping mouth; and
the lines of the lofty forehead grew into a majestic and flowing
beard. The more Robin allowed himself to contemplate the forms
around him, the more terrific they became; and the stony expression
of this crowd of faces assumed a savage ferocity as his imagination
converted feature after feature into a different shape and character.
Losing the twilight in which these indefinite forms were visible, he
advanced through a dark and devious passage, whilst a deep and
rumbling noise sounded as if the rock was about to close upon him
and swallow him up alive for ever. Now, indeed, poor Robin felt
afraid.
“Robin, Robin,” said he, “if you were a fool for coming here, what in
the name of fortune are you now?” But, as before, he had scarcely
spoken, when he saw a small light twinkling through the darkness of
the distance, like a star in the midnight sky. To retreat was out of the
question; for so many turnings and windings were in the passage,
that he considered he had but little chance of making his way back.
He therefore proceeded towards the bit of light, and came at last
into a spacious chamber, from the roof of which hung the solitary
lamp that had guided him. Emerging from such profound gloom, the
single lamp afforded Robin abundant light to discover several
gigantic figures seated round a massive stone table as if in serious
deliberation, but no word disturbed the breathless silence which
prevailed. At the head of this table sat Mahon Mac Mahon himself,
whose majestic beard had taken root, and in the course of ages
grown into the stone slab. He was the first who perceived Robin;
and instantly starting up, drew his long beard from out the huge
lump of rock in such haste and with so sudden a jerk, that it was
shattered into a thousand pieces.
“What seek you?” he demanded in a voice of thunder.
“I come,” answered Robin, with as much boldness as he could put
on—for his heart was almost fainting within him—“I come,” said he,
“to claim Philip Ronayne, whose time of service is out this night.”
“And who sent you here?” said the giant.
“’Twas of my own accord I came,” said Robin.
“Then you must single him out from among my pages,” said the
giant; “and if you fix on the wrong one your life is the forfeit. Follow
me.” He led Robin into a hall of vast extent and filled with lights;
along either side of which were rows of beautiful children all
apparently seven years old, and none beyond that age, dressed in
green, and every one exactly dressed alike.
“Here,” said Mahon, “you are free to take Philip Ronayne, if you will;
but, remember, I give but one choice.”
Robin was sadly perplexed; for there were hundreds upon hundreds
of children; and he had no very clear recollection of the boy he
sought. But he walked along the hall, by the side of Mahon, as if
nothing was the matter, although his great iron dress clanked
fearfully at every step, sounding louder than Robin’s own sledge
battering on his anvil.
They had nearly reached the end of the hall without speaking, when
Robin, seeing that the only means he had was to make friends with
the giant, determined to try what effect a few soft words might have
upon him.
“’Tis a fine wholesome appearance the poor children carry,”
remarked Robin, “although they have been here so long shut out
from the fresh air and the blessed light of heaven. ’Tis tenderly your
honour must have reared them!”
“Ay,” said the giant, “that is true for you; so give me your hand; for
you are, I believe, a very honest fellow for a blacksmith.”
Robin at the first look did not much like the huge size of the hand,
and therefore presented his plough-iron, which the giant seizing,
twisted in his grasp round and round again as if it had been a
potato-stalk; on seeing this all the children set up a shout of
laughter. In the midst of their mirth Robin thought he heard his
name called; and, all ear and eye, he put his hand on the boy who
he fancied had spoken, crying out at the same time, “Let me live or
die for it, but this is young Phil Ronayne.”
“It is Philip Ronayne—happy Philip Ronayne,” said his young
companions; and in an instant the hall became dark. Crashing noises
were heard, and all was in strange confusion: but Robin held fast his
prize, and found himself lying in the gray dawn of the morning at the
head of the Giant’s Stairs, with the boy clasped in his arms.
Robin had plenty of gossips to spread the story of his wonderful
adventure—Passage, Monkstown, Ringaskiddy, Seamount,
Carrigaline—the whole barony of Kerricurrihy rung with it.
“Are you quite sure, Robin, it is young Phil Ronayne, you have
brought back with you?” was the regular question; for although the
boy had been seven years away, his appearance now was just the
same as on the day he was missed. He had neither grown taller nor
older in look, and he spoke of things which had happened before he
was carried off as one awakened from sleep, or as if they had
occurred yesterday.
“Am I sure? Well, that’s a queer question,” was Robin’s reply; “seeing
the boy has the blue eyes of the mother, with the foxy hair of the
father, to say nothing of the purly wart on the right side of his little
nose.”
However Robin Kelly may have been questioned, the worthy couple
of Ronayne’s court doubted not that he was the deliverer of their
child from the power of the giant Mac Mahon; and the reward they
bestowed upon him equalled their gratitude.
Philip Ronayne lived to be an old man; and he was remarkable to
the day of his death for his skill in working brass and iron, which it
was believed he had learned during his seven years’ apprenticeship
to the giant Mahon Mac Mahon.
And now, farewell! the fairy dream is o’er;
The tales my infancy had loved to hear,
Like blissful visions fade and disappear.
Such tales Momonia’s peasant tells no more!
Vanish’d are MERMAIDS from the sea beat
shore;
Check’d is the Headless Horseman’s strange
career;
Fir Darrig’s voice no longer mocks the
ear,
Nor ROCKS bear wondrous imprints as of
yore!
 Such is “the march of mind.” But did the fays
(Creatures of whim—the gossamers of
will)
In Ireland work such sorrow and such ill
As stormier spirits of our modern days?
Oh land beloved! no angry voice I raise:
My constant prayer—“may peace be with thee
still!”
 APPENDIX.

LETTER FROM SIR WALTER SCOTT TO THE AUTHOR OF THE IRISH

FAIRY LEGENDS.
Sir,
I have been obliged by the courtesy which sent me your very
interesting work on Irish superstitions, and no less by the
amusement which it has afforded me, both from the interest of the
stories, and the lively manner in which they are told. You are to
consider this, Sir, as a high compliment from one, who holds him on
the subject of elves, ghosts, visions, &c. nearly as strong as William
Churne of Staffordshire—

“Who every year can mend your cheer

With tales both old and new.”

The extreme similarity of your fictions to ours in Scotland, is very

striking. The Cluricaune (which is an admirable subject for a
pantomime) is not known here. I suppose the Scottish cheer was not
sufficient to tempt to the hearth either him, or that singular demon
called by Heywood the Buttery Spirit, which diminished the profits of
an unjust landlord by eating up all that he cribbed for his guests.
The beautiful superstition of the banshee seems in a great measure
peculiar to Ireland, though in some Highland families there is such a
spectre, particularly in that of Mac Lean of Lochbuy; but I think I
could match all your other tales with something similar.
I can assure you, however, that the progress of philosophy has not
even yet entirely “pulled the old woman out of our hearts,” as
Addison expresses it. Witches are still held in reasonable detestation,
although we no longer burn or even score above the breath. As for
the water bull, they live who will take their oaths to having seen him
emerge from a small lake on the boundary of my property here,
scarce large enough to have held him, I should think. Some traits in
his description seem to answer the hippopotamus, and these are
always mentioned both in highland and lowland story: strange if we
could conceive there existed, under a tradition so universal, some
shadowy reference to those fossil bones of animals which are so
often found in the lakes and bogs.
But to leave antediluvian stories for the freshest news from fairy
land, I cannot resist the temptation to send you an account of King
Oberon’s court, which was verified before me as a magistrate, with
all the solemnities of a court of justice, within this fortnight past. A
young shepherd, a lad of about eighteen years of age, well brought
up, and of good capacity, and, that I may be perfectly accurate, in
the service of a friend, a most respectable farmer, at Oakwood, on
the estate of Hugh Scott, Esq., of Harden, made oath and said, that
going to look after some sheep which his master had directed to be
put upon turnips, and passing in the gray of the morning a small
copse-wood adjacent to the river Etterick, he was surprised at the
sight of four or five little personages, about two feet or thirty inches
in height, who were seated under the trees, apparently in deep
conversation. At this singular appearance he paused till he had
refreshed his noble courage with a prayer and a few recollections of
last Sunday’s sermon, and then advanced to the little party. But
observing that, instead of disappearing, they seemed to become yet
more magnificently distinct than before, and now doubting nothing,
from their foreign dresses and splendid decorations, that they were
the choice ornaments of the fairy court, he fairly turned tail and
went “to raise the water,” as if the South’ron had made a raid.
Others came to the rescue, and yet the fairy cortege awaited their
arrival in still and silent dignity. I wish I could stop here, for the devil
take all explanations, they stop duels and destroy the credit of
apparitions, neither allow ghosts to be made in an honourable way,
or to be believed in (poor souls!) when they revisit the glimpses of
the moon.
I must however explain, like other honourable gentlemen,
elsewhere. You must know, that, like our neighbours, we have a
school of arts for our mechanics at G——, a small manufacturing
town in this country, and that the tree of knowledge there as
elsewhere produces its usual crop of good and evil. The day before
this avatar of Oberon was a fair day at Selkirk, and amongst other
popular divertisements, was one which, in former days, I would have
called a puppet-show, and its master a puppet-showman. He has put
me right, however, by informing me, that he writes himself artist
from Vauxhall, and that he exhibits fantoccini; call them what you
will, it seems they gave great delight to the unwashed artificers of G
——. Formerly they would have been contented to wonder and
applaud, but not so were they satisfied in our modern days of
investigation, for they broke into Punch’s sanctuary forcibly, after he
had been laid aside for the evening, made violent seizure of his
person, and carried off him, his spouse, and heaven knows what
captives besides, in their plaid nooks, to be examined at leisure. All
this they literally did (forcing a door to accomplish their purpose) in
the spirit of science alone, or but slightly stimulated by that of malt
whisky, with which last we have been of late deluged. Cool reflection
came as they retreated by the banks of the Etterick; they made the
discovery that they could no more make Punch move than Lord ——
could make him speak; and recollecting, I believe, that there was
such a person as the Sheriff in the world, they abandoned their
prisoners, in hopes, as they pretended, that they would be found
and restored in safety to their proper owner.
It is only necessary to add that the artist had his losses made good
by a subscription, and the scientific inquirers escaped with a small
fine, as a warning not to indulge such an irregular spirit of research
in future.
As this somewhat tedious story contains the very last news from
fairy land, I hope you will give it acceptance, and beg you to believe
me very much
Your obliged and thankful servant,
Walter Scott.
27th April, 1825.
Abbotsford, Melrose.

THE END.

Footnotes
[1] Knocksheogowna signifies “The Hill of the Fairy Calf.”
[2] “Called by the people of the country ‘Knock Dhoinn Firinne,’ the
mountain of Donn of Truth. This mountain is very high, and may be seen
for several miles round; and when people are desirous to know whether
or not any day will rain, they look at the top of Knock Firinne, and if they
see a vapour or mist there, they immediately conclude that rain will soon
follow, believing that Donn (the lord or chief) of that mountain and his
aërial assistants are collecting the clouds, and that he holds them there
for some short time, to warn the people of the approaching rain. As the
appearance of mist on that mountain in the morning is considered an
infallible sign that that day will be rainy, Donn is called ‘Donn Firinne,’
Donn of Truth.”—Mr. Edward O’Reilly.
[3] Literally, the great herb—Digitalis purpurea.
[4] Correctly written, Dia Luain, Dia Mairt, agus Dia Ceadaoine, i. e.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
[5] And Wednesday and Thursday.
[6] Act ii. sc. 1.
[7] Book i. canto 10.
[8] The term “fairy struck” is applied to paralytic affections, which are
supposed to proceed from a blow given by the invisible hand of an
offended fairy; this belief, of course, creates fairy doctors, who by means
of charms and mysterious journeys profess to cure the afflicted. It is only
fair to add, that the term has also a convivial acceptation, the fairies
being not unfrequently made to bear the blame of the effects arising
from too copious a sacrifice to Bacchus.
The importance attached to the manner and place of burial by the
peasantry is almost incredible; it is always a matter of consideration and
often of dispute whether the deceased shall be buried with his or her
“own people.”
[9] A peculiar class of beggars resembling the Gaberlunzie man of
Scotland.
[10] Inch—low meadow ground near a river.
[11] A ford of the river Funcheon (the Fanchin of Spenser,) on the road
leading from Fermoy to Araglin.

[12] i. e. “In the time of a crack of a whip,” he took off his shoes and
stockings.
[13] About two hundred yards off the Dublin mail-coach road, nearly
mid-way between Kilworth and Fermoy.
[14] “Kilmallock seemed to me like the court of the Queen of Silence.”—
O’Keefe’s Recollections.
[15]

“Nulla manus,
Tam liberalis
Atque generalis
Atque universalis
Quam Sullivanis.”

[16] In the county of Galway.

[17] In the county of Limerick.
[18] Spancelled—fettered.
[19] “The neighbouring inhabitants,” says Dr. Smith, in his History of
Kerry, speaking of Ballyheigh, “show some rocks visible in this bay only
at low tides, which, they say, are the remains of an island, that was
formerly the burial-place of the family of Cantillon, the ancient
proprietors of Ballyheigh.” p. 210.